Carrie walked into her home, closing her front door and locking it. She then kicked off her sneakers, leaning against the door and sighing.
It was a horrible day today.
Just two days ago, her friend Harry, who she knew committed suicide. She got the news in a phone call, how Harry was found dead in his parents apartment, wearing a tuxedo and a gun in his hand. He apparently shot himself in the head. His mother was the one who found him; running out screaming.
Today was his memorial and she saw many of her old classmates there. Everyone was hugging each other and crying; it felt like a class reunion for all the wrong reasons.
Isabelle felt a lump in her throat, but she forced it down. She had been feeling numb for the past few days, taking Harry's death hard. She felt grief, but she also felt anger in her. She knew he was having a hard time since his bitch of a fiance broke off their engagement and just continued to berate him in facebook.
"Are you alright?"
She looked at the voice, seeing Professor Ratigan looking at her with concern.
To this day, she had no idea how the rat professor came into her life not how he came to this century or was human-sized. He just showed up at her place one day and she had to help him out. Over the past couple of months, they became close.
"How was it?" he asked with her shrugging.
"What I expect." she said, then trudging to her and with a sigh, fell to her bed on her stomach. She heard Ratigan walking up to her and taking her hand. She looked to the side and saw Ratigan sitting on the floor next to her bed, one of his large hands covering her small one.
"Are you really alright?" he asked, making Carrie sigh and looked at him sadly.
"Honestly, I'm not. I thought that Harry was always going to be there. I mean, I knew him for so long. I thought he was going to be there forever...buts he gone now."
Carrie felt her tears form in her eyes and she blinked, making them fall.
"I mean...if he was so hurt, why didn't he tell one of us?. He had me and our other friends, he could have done that! He didn't had to..."
She trailed off as more tears fell down her face. Ratigan gently took her in his arms as he let her cry into his cravat.
"Why?" she sobbed, "Why did he had to do that? That stupid bastard, why he had to do that?"
Ratigan looked at her sadly and stroked her curly brown hair.
"It was probably too painful, darling, too painful for him to bear." he said, "It was selfish of him to do, thought. To leave all of you behind."
Carrie didn't respond as she continued to cry, grateful that someone is holding her, even if it is a large anthro-rat in a suit.
AN: This fic was based on a dream I had and it was really angsty.
Last summer, a friend of min committed suicide, the details are in the fic, I only changed his name. When I got the news, I was just devastated and pissed off, because we both had a lot of friends and he could have talked to one of us. I also felt so numb. I'm still reeling from it now, its not something you get over quickly. I just went to is memorial; I didn't go to the wake or funeral; it was mostly because I didn't think I could handle it.
So a couple of weeks ago, I had this dream and Ratigan was comforting in the dream. I woke up crying because I truly do miss my friend, especially because of the way he died. Ratigan was just there, I don't know how he came about.
Anyway, comments are loved and I don't own Ratigan!
